Every night before bed I go out on our tiny little deck to check the plants. In the past week, this has become the stuff of nightmares. Every nook and cranny of the deck seems to be overtaken by small brown spiders dangling from their webs. They glisten in the moonlight. I appreciate the spider, I do. I like to see those little bugs captured in their webs.
I go out there with my broom and – whoosh! – down they all go.
I feel somewhat brave, but at the same time I torture myself with images of a thousand big brown spiders staging a revolt outside the sliding glass door tomorrow night.